Darkness

I really don’t like doing this sort of thing. I have to continue on from the first paragraph (or so) of The Hobbit in my own words.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet, hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The house was built into the side of the hill, and had windows looking out across the nearby river. Every doorway was round, with brown frames, and the door was the green of dewy grass. The tunnel was round, as were nearly all of the doorways, a few of the paintings decorating the corridor, but the rooms were rectangular, though slightly rounded at the edges, giving the feeling that this wasn’t a house but a home. Everything in the house was neat, but seemed to have been placed without care; this hobbit enjoyed cleaning. Near the fireplace in the living room lay a small table next to an arm-chair, one of those arm-chairs that you sunk in to. The table had a beautiful pine pipe laying on it, with a small wisp of Old Toby floating out of it.

I’m not sure how much I’m supposed to do, since I was in New Zealand when the class started, but this should be enough.

I haven’t done anything to this blog for ages so I decided to writer this short message explaining that I was being a lazy ass.

Come on!!! I’m starting to feel lonely…

Do you think we could do some more poetry? And could it be about anything? Because I love to write poems, but I hate it when i have to write a poem about a certain thing. It removes the freedom I feel when writing.

Eragon is one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot of books. Following the mould of Tolkein, this book tells the story of a young farmer’s boy finding a precious stone while hunting. However the stone turns out to be a dragon egg, and starts Eragon on a long journey, facing many dangers. The story might sound a little cliche, but it is in fact highly original, with enough plot twists to keep you interested, but few enough to prevent you losing track of anything (Which is a problem with some books I have read). The book sucks you in, as Tolkein’s works do, and teaches you what it is like to be a Dragon Rider. A must see. “May your swords stay sharp”!

Up, Down, Up, Down…

The book Juggling With Mandarins deals with a lot of issues that teenagers will, at one point or another have to experience for themselves, including parent troubles, sport, and girlfriend trouble. It was quite an enjoyable book, without many tedious parts, but it sometimes felt a bit squashed.

The few things i found annoying about this book were:

1. Phil’s dad seems to change instantaniusly from a sterotype to a average human being.
2. The book was so good, it almost made me miss my bus!!!!
3. IT”S ANNOYING I CAN”T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE THATS WRONG WITH IT!!!

 A good read.

I could use my blog for comunicating with teachers and other students, and also for a reading diary (Although it may be hard to do that because of the amount of books i read…). It would also be cool to talk to other students from around the world.

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